C185 Proposing a Compromise(1)

"Who would have thought that the first Imperial Decree of our Lord would actually be the one to be conferred the title of Pavilion Master" The Pavilion of Enfeoffment placed his hand on Ji Cheng's chest. "The Pavilion of Enfeoffment cannot be expressed with words. Only this body is yours now..." Slowly, he leaned his face against ___'s. "Qingcheng, Ting Zhi loves you, he will never change."

On this day, the Grand Marshal did not pay the bill and ordered Chang De to send a bath of soup into the tent. He did not allow anyone to take a step into the tent.

After Chang De came out, he looked like he had lost his soul. "The Grand Marshal ordered this servant to stand guard outside the tent, and no one is allowed to enter." A person mumbled for a while and then thought of something that made him wet his pants and crawl back into the tent.

After a while, he came out again. His face had changed into a smug one, and he was even a little arrogant. First, he ordered people to prepare food. Then, he ordered people to look for Second Winter: "Master Dong." He was naturally very polite to Second Winter. "I'll trouble you to quickly go back and help Mistress change her clothes." As he spoke, he gestured to go to an empty corner.

In order to incite the pity of the people, there was a wide robe at the entrance of the Talisman Pavilion. Second Winter was not surprised by the matter of the clothes being taken out. "What are you making such a big fuss about?" Thinking that Chang De would have to serve his mistress in the future, he wanted to say a few words. "I'll tell you the truth..." Through a period of careful observation, Zhu Hua and Second Winter felt that Chang De was trustworthy. The key was that he was a eunuch, and handling matters in close proximity to Fu Ting was much more convenient than handling two men. Thus, they decided to tell him the truth.

"Our Lord has just been conferred the position of Empress." Chang De did not wait for Second Dong to speak. He took the initiative to scare Second Dong with a single sentence. "This servant has already read the imperial edict and is just waiting for the seal to be used." He had a sour expression on his face. "Lord Dong, our family is rich and has grown up."

Although he knew about the feelings between Ji Cheng and his own master, he was really too surprised to receive the Imperial Decree. Second Dong took a long time before he came to a realization. Did Ji Cheng know about it? He should have known, or else he wouldn't have been conferred the title of Empress. "That is, that is." At this moment, Second Winter didn't know what to say. He was a little lost, but more surprised. "But Changde, the Grand Marshal doesn't seem to be the Emperor yet..."

"It's only a matter of time." Chang De rolled his eyes. "The crown prince's name has long been decided. Who else has the right to succeed the throne? Oh right, Mistress said that this matter cannot be publicized for the time being. It's good that we know about it."

Second Winter hurriedly nodded. "That's of course. I'll have to trouble Eunuch Chang to take care of this. I'll go and get some clothes. " Since he was sealed and was about to enter the Palace in the future, he would definitely not be able to follow him in. Fortunately, Chang De was taken in. Second Winter had always been the smartest and immediately became closer to Chang De. He was also much more polite with his words.

Chang De waited for Second Winter to leave before returning to the large tent to wait for the summons to stop. He only said that this eunuch knew that Ji Cheng and Fu Ting had a husband and wife, so he could not help but feel nervous. As a eunuch, he naturally knew the true feelings of the so-called emperor. Before he was truly conferred the title of emperor, he had already offered his body. What if there was a chance in the future?

No, there would not be a chance! Although Chang De did not know the words, however, Mistress had shown him the silk book, so Jun Wuyan was not joking. The position of the Empress couldn't be escaped. It was said that this Grand Marshal did not get married and did not even have a concubine by his side. Perhaps it is a rare occurrence... Changde tossed and turned as he worried. He leaned against the large tent and fell asleep in a daze.

When Second Winter returned, he saw that Chang De had fallen asleep like that again. He covered Chang De with a thin blanket and handed the clothes from the Talisman Pavilion to the guards before leaving.

Inside the large tent, Ji Cheng frowned as he looked at the map on the table and said, "The Pavilion is right. The central region should be the most prosperous. Now, out of ten households, nine are empty. There is no one to farm for thousands of miles." His gaze became a little far-reaching. He was thinking about the situation at that time. "That day, you and I met with misfortune. We witnessed the abandoned paddy field with our own eyes. There was no one in Fan City. These were all caused by the war. "

Hearing his words, Fu Tingzhi was even more convinced that this person would definitely become a Sage Lord of a generation. "This is also something that cannot be rushed." She leaned on the comfortable couch and still felt her whole body go limp. This person really did not know how to fill his stomach. When he was tossed around, there would be no end to it.

Actually, she really couldn't blame Ji Cheng for this. He had been holding it in for a few years, and it wasn't easy for him to eat it. But now, he still felt that it wasn't enough.

The Talisman Pavilion changed to a more comfortable position and leaned against him. "Jiangnan is currently overcrowded. Emperor Zhou Wen has even built a shed thousands of miles outside of Zhong Du City to settle the refugees. It can be seen that there are people here."

"This battle is at a loss." Ji Cheng sighed sincerely. "That year, when I first entered the central plains, the people of the mountains and rivers were safe and sound. What a great place. But now..." He also noticed that the Talisman Pavilion had become unstable. He walked over and sat down next to it." Are you feeling very uncomfortable? "

"It's fine." Fu Ting's face turned red. He reached out to touch Ji Cheng's hand and said in a soft voice, "Actually, we should thank the emperors of Great Zhou. They value literature more than martial arts. I left him behind for you. " He gently patted Ji Cheng's hand to comfort him. "I have carefully calculated that the Northeastern, north-western, and Jiangnan divisions... The Northwestern Division suffered the most because of the brutality of your three brothers. The population is negligible. "